Dingy at Sea

The fog can be a lonely place
When you’re a dingy out at sea
With only the sounds to guide you
No light, no landmarks, no breeze.

Separated from land,
When you’re a dingy out at sea
You are a vessel without a mooring,
A daunting thing to be

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